After wearing it for five years, he was favored by the boss

Chapter 1129 The green hat on your head is taller than the Eiffel Tower

Chapter 1129 The green hat on your head is taller than the Eiffel Tower

"Brother!"

Lu Jin had black lines all over his face.

brother, brother?

Who wants to be her brother.

The two of them had breakfast slowly before Zhao Chumian remembered her bag and her cell phone.

Why is there no electricity?
"Lu Jin, where is your charger..."

"In the drawer."

Zhao Chumian took out the charger and turned it on.

As soon as the phone was turned on, there were calls from Sheng Xifang, Secretary Zhang, and even the servants at home.

I didn't do what I wanted to do last night and got drunk.

How can this be explained?
She bit her lip, allowing her to think about how to explain before calling him back.

So, Zhao Chumian called Zhang Jiao.

West Cotton Building.

Zhang Jiao trembled when he heard the phone ringing.

Especially when I saw the words "Mr. Zhao" on the screen, my heart was cold to the bottom of the valley.

She looked at Sheng Xifang who was playing with her daughter in his arms behind the desk. His face was as cold as if he had come out of an ice cellar, but when he looked at his daughter, his eyes were soft.

She swallowed nervously, listening to the soft and gentle voice on the phone.

There is an urge to cry.

Boss, come back quickly!

If you don't come back, your company will be named Sheng.

"I, the company, the company has nothing to do, just..." Secretary Zhang stared at the noble and aloof man opposite, "You, why don't you come to the company, Sheng, Sheng..."

For the first time, she felt that she was so worthless.

It turned out to be stuttering.

"her?"

Secretary Zhang was slightly startled, "Yes, it's Mr. Zhao's call."

Sheng Xifang didn't ask her to take the phone, nor did she get up to answer the phone.

Instead, he stared at the phone with a black screen on the table.

She had time to call the secretary now, but she didn't call him.

Didn't even message him back.

"Mr. Zhao, come quickly..." Secretary Zhang looked towards the door in fear.

She wants to go out.

I don't know if it is possible!

So scared!
Will Ximian Building become Mingsheng Group tomorrow?
woo woo woo...

boss!

What the hell did you do!

It was only for a weekend, how did you offend that big Buddha?
Fortunately, Zhao Chumian hung up the phone in time.

When she saw the phone on Sheng Xifang's desk turned on, she left the office without looking back.

Sheng Xifang hugged her daughter, "Mummy's call, do you want to answer it?"

The daughter seemed to understand what he said, looked at the phone, then looked up at him, her light black eyes rolled round, and her small hands suddenly slapped him across the face.

Slap it.

"It's so violent, it seems that no one will dare to bully you in the future..."

Sheng Xifang held her small wrist, "Daddy can pick it up, just cry for her."

The little baby was at a loss.

"Aren't you going to cry? There will be no grandma to drink from now on..."

The baby pursed his mouth, his aggrieved eyes were red, and he burst into tears.

Only then did Sheng Xifang pick up the phone and let her hear how sad her daughter was crying.

"You bullied her? Are you crying so hard? Sheng Xifang! Did you die?"

When Zhao Chumian heard her daughter cry, she yelled at him, "I'll let you take care of her for three days, and today is only the first day! Can you do it?"

Sheng Xifang wiped her daughter's tears, her clear voice lowered a little, "I can take care of her, what are you doing?"

"I have done nothing!"

"Didn't do it? Didn't you and Lu Jin do anything?"

Zhao Chumian looked at Lu Jin in the driver's seat, "What can he and I do? I just drank a little last night and got drunk! Who do you think I am! Will I mess around? If I mess around, we get married You haven't touched me for three years, and the green hat on your head is taller than the Eiffel Tower!"

(End of this chapter)

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